tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75238228877598662322024-02-20T21:50:38.224-05:00Four Silly SistersMaryBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616580074114782789noreply@blogger.comBlogger586125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523822887759866232.post-64753452732261812132012-09-07T21:45:00.001-04:002012-09-07T21:45:56.859-04:00Big Smiles<br />
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I have been missing from the blogging world for quite some time now. We've been busy.... to put it mildly.<br />
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I simply want to document one of my new favorite things: I absolutely love all the spontaneous smiles that I see cross complete strangers faces when my girls are flanking me as I run through the grocery store, or the drug store, or the zoo... you get the idea. They are a zany crew, these Four Silly Sisters, and I thank God every day that he made each one of them just the way they are!<br />
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<img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/3000085753_3db09a6d1d_o.png" />MaryBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616580074114782789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523822887759866232.post-88959135633545653062012-02-16T22:33:00.003-05:002012-02-16T22:51:41.726-05:00Missing Teeth<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfAtLc9ASecAMArdq_Pv88rgIpmCuqZEAYgVGPPnG77CTm01pg98RGxQIJOQLAaLz0Lrp2zYY8-9xkSRvcy8a1EsAIloPDP6sB4AaLrnOgex8Byl6Rt7QKWfy-0C0sadiAJuR2qP5Azj3D/s1600/snagglesarah.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfAtLc9ASecAMArdq_Pv88rgIpmCuqZEAYgVGPPnG77CTm01pg98RGxQIJOQLAaLz0Lrp2zYY8-9xkSRvcy8a1EsAIloPDP6sB4AaLrnOgex8Byl6Rt7QKWfy-0C0sadiAJuR2qP5Azj3D/s400/snagglesarah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709942649989611026" /></a>At the girls' last dental check-up, following x-rays and an otherwise clean bill of dental health, we were informed that Sarah's top, front, right tooth was going to have to be extracted. It had apparently sustained trauma at some point in history (we have no clue when or what?!?) and the middle portion of the root was dead, which could lead to an infection that might damage the adult tooth, etc, etc. <div><br /></div><div>We took her Monday to the pediatric dentist for what we thought would just be an evaluation. She was such a cooperative patient that he offered to try and remove it while we were there. He had the tooth removed in less than 10 minutes, and we were on our merry way.</div><div><br /></div><div>Once we got home and picked up all the other girls from school, she proudly showed off her new missing tooth. Side note: Sarah has been eager to begin loosing her teeth since Ella started loosing hers over the summer. She has claimed loose teeth and had me wiggle them for months now to check and see if any were close. This has been utterly thrilling for her!</div><div><br /></div><div>Son on Tuesday morning when Maggie woke up fuming mad that Cupid didn't visit us, Sarah told me secretly that she figured Cupid couldn't stop by because there was already a Tooth Fairy at our house that night and the Tooth Fairy had top priority.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/3000085753_3db09a6d1d_o.png" /></div>MaryBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616580074114782789noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523822887759866232.post-59425307554668693802012-02-15T21:09:00.003-05:002012-02-15T21:45:03.970-05:00Book Review: Embraced by God<div><br /></div><div>Over the course of the past 2 weeks I have been carefully making my way through a Litfuse Publicity review copy of Babbie Mason's new book, Embraced by God. It is a fabulous 21 day devotional aimed at celebrating who and whose you are in Christ. I'll give you my thoughts up front and some info from the publishers will follow in case you are interested in checking it out. Oh, and there is a Nook Giveaway involved too!</div><div><br /></div><div>My Review:</div><div><br /><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; ">I should start by saying these are not short daily devotions by any means. Each day has an entire chapter that relates to it's theme. I have found that I can't fit these in with my early am Bible reading before getting my girls off to school, but it has become something I look forward to sitting down with as soon as I return from morning drop offs. I grab my copy of Embraced by God and a cup of coffee and head to a warm comfy spot for a while. I had not previously heard of Babbie Mason, but she is a singer/songwriter as well as author, and I think that is why I love her writing style. She is very easy to "listen" to. I find myself reflecting throughout the entire day on the thoughts, verses, and themes brought up in each mornings' chapter. I haven't technically learned anything new as a result of reading this devotional, but it has certainly brought to the forefront of my mind how simply loved, cared for, and cherished I am by God. How awesome is that?!?</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; "><span style="text-align: left; "><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; ">From the Publisher<i>:</i></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; "><span style="text-align: left; "><i>Have you ever wondered, "Does God really love me? Do I really matter to him?"</i></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; "><i>HE LOVES YOU.</i></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; "><i>As a matter of fact, God loves you just as much as he loves His own Son.</i></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; "><i>In the pages of this heartwarming, thoughtful and life-affirming 21-day journey, award-winning gospel singer, songwriter, and teacher Babbie Mason reminds you, when you know you are loved by God and that you are in His eternal plan, you’ll never again wonder if your life matters.</i></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; "><a href="http://archive.constantcontact.com/fs019/1101807863309/archive/1109062257179.html" target="_blank" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 176, 216); text-decoration: none; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "><i>Click for more info.</i></a></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; "><img src="http://g.virbcdn.com/_f/files/resize_1024x1365/a4/FileItem-208887-EmbracedbyGodsm.jpeg" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; position: relative; display: block; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; max-width: 500px; " /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; "></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><i><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Embraced by God</span> is a 21-day encounter that shares the unconditional love of God. "If you watch what the media says as to where we should find our identity--" says Babbie, "--money, beauty, power and technology--you'll just be confused about who you are and what your purpose is. As a culture we are trying to buy or sell what can only be administered to the soul by Jesus."</i></p><h3 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 18px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Celebrate with Babbie by entering her Nook Tablet Giveaway!</h3><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><img src="http://g.virbcdn.com/_f/files/resize_1024x1365/98/FileItem-208845-EBG_300x250.gif" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; position: relative; display: block; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; max-width: 500px; " /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">One beloved winner will receive:</strong></p><ul style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-position: inside; line-height: 21px; "><li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "><strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">A Brand new Nook Tablet with Wi-Fi</strong></li><li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Embraced by God</em> by Babbie Mason</b></li><li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Babbie's <em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Embraced by God</em> Music CD</b></li><li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "><b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Babbie's <em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Embraced by God</em> Notecards</b></li></ul><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Enter today by clicking one of the icons below. But hurry, the giveaway ends 3/5/12.</strong> Winner will be announced at <strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/events/231884666902123/" target="_blank" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 176, 216); text-decoration: none; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; ">Babbie's "Embraced" Facebook Party on 3/6</a></strong>. Babbie will be hosting an evening of chat, music, laughter, and encouragement - bring your friends! <strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">She'll also be giving away some GREAT prizes:</strong> gift certificates, books, <em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Embraced by God</em> music CDs and Notecards, and a book club prize pack! (Ten copies of the book for your small group or book club.) </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">So grab your copy of <i style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Embraced by God </i>and join Babbie and friends on the evening of March 6th for an evening of fun.</strong></p><table align="center" border="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; "><tbody style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; 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margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; ">Reminder: Litfuse Publicity provided me with a copy of this book for review purposes. No other compensation was provided. All the opinions are my very own.</p><div><br /></div><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/3000085753_3db09a6d1d_o.png" /></div>MaryBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616580074114782789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523822887759866232.post-74962589999535990462012-02-14T20:01:00.004-05:002012-02-14T21:49:26.410-05:00Love Cupid<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFqI8AHyiBN8YBsgKZ0mpY9o7n0rl8gD24Li6VFd5mdm-FTDa-0Orwc5h3CLtL4w8qtk0SeFjVTX3XmqfDeGO49qWwr5mQO-GW32VZxwznVtrWGnt6bJ5EIVUvyvwTP-CbOFOm75P6AHx7/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709161397713810754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFqI8AHyiBN8YBsgKZ0mpY9o7n0rl8gD24Li6VFd5mdm-FTDa-0Orwc5h3CLtL4w8qtk0SeFjVTX3XmqfDeGO49qWwr5mQO-GW32VZxwznVtrWGnt6bJ5EIVUvyvwTP-CbOFOm75P6AHx7/s400/DSC_0024.JPG" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><u><br /></u></span></div>My dear sweet Maggie came stomping into the bathroom where I was showering this morning at five minutes after 6am. Her feet were stomping mad and she was pumping her little fist in the air as she squirmed her way between the inner and outer shower curtains so that I could see how angry she was. She said, "He didn't come. He didn't come Mom, and it's all YOUR fault!" </div><div><br /></div><div>I was still trying to wake up, and at this point I was completely unable to imagine who didn't pay her a visit last night. She proceeded to rant and rave about the fact that there were no hearts, chocolates, or arrows lying around the house, oh, and she didn't feel 'in love' with anybody either!</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks to her continued tirade I was able to surmise that Cupid was the missing culprit, and I was at fault for being up before the sun. "He must not have had time to get by here yet, and now he won't come because you are up."</div><div><br /></div><div>My apology dripped with sarcasm as I explained that I was up extra early in order to make a heart shaped crumb cake for her and her sisters for Valentine's day. </div><div><br /></div><div>At first I wasn't sure where she got her crazy ideas. We don't really "do" Valentine's day here. Sure we make cards, crayon hearts, and airplanes for classmates, but we try to Love One Another Well everyday so there is never much of a big deal made over Feb. 14th. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I got a pretty good idea where all the Cupid stuff came from several hours later while visiting her class. I happened to notice Maggie asking another little girl, in very hushed tones, whether Cupid had visited her last night or not. The other little girl said, "Of course not, tonight is the night." She was clearly Maggie's source of info on Cupid. She spoke with authority, and I could tell Maggie was believing every word she said. </div><div><br /></div><div>So tonight I found this little note scribbled on to a white board at the foot of Maggie's bed. The picture is terrible, but it basically says, "Cupid, My sisters say you aren't real. But I think you are." After Maggie was asleep and I had snapped a few pictures, I erased her message to cupid and then wrote a reply. "Dear Maggie, There is no greater love in this world than God's love for you! I'll be back in a few years with hearts and arrows. Love, Cupid"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/3000085753_3db09a6d1d_o.png" /></div></div>MaryBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616580074114782789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523822887759866232.post-64334037201668532102012-01-23T11:44:00.004-05:002012-01-23T20:16:28.531-05:00Something Old<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKEQOE5YW4GjccGHTTgrKIe7lgctpcHw1x2oWsKJ0R1BRbBYOWQfIylg-OD4PGJyVKZYQuhnkJfy27kLZ90SAvZE4y8-7OJ958YhzqFptjLI1sbuqzAnIKWzG6gRAgJI8U7PLpF5T9DYmV/s1600/P1040218.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700869724415011330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKEQOE5YW4GjccGHTTgrKIe7lgctpcHw1x2oWsKJ0R1BRbBYOWQfIylg-OD4PGJyVKZYQuhnkJfy27kLZ90SAvZE4y8-7OJ958YhzqFptjLI1sbuqzAnIKWzG6gRAgJI8U7PLpF5T9DYmV/s400/P1040218.JPG" /></a><br /><div><p> I have a very talented husband. Several months ago we treated ourselves to a long overdue king sized matress upgrade. The only trouble was we couldn't agree on a new bed to go with it. After a little debate and a lot of Pinterest perusing we decided that perhaps an old door would serve as our new headboard. </div><div> </div></p><div>Thankfully Mimi had a few old doors stashed away at the dairy barn, so we got started... and by we I mean mostly Scott. I really hate that we did not take any before photos. It was such a filthy mess to begin with. I got to help on several days while the girls were in school (boy am I going to miss that next year), but mostly I did easy jobs while Scott had to do all the measuring, cutting, nailing, figuring, etc. I think the finished product turned out beautifully!! I am so proud of Scott and his determination to do absolutely anything he sets his mind to.... Thanks babe!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/3000085753_3db09a6d1d_o.png" /></div>MaryBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616580074114782789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523822887759866232.post-8990177804934747912011-10-16T09:07:00.005-04:002011-10-16T14:42:11.024-04:00Gold Rush<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv4gAZSkdTp8WSNQVfGeh8_VX9Oup2B_8xBesXiOyHdtndayYzYJBSU7k0C9rz8zXfXnDpR_YzHY0i2Tfh0ReFf-GLYcmym6_V7RywueuB2oM7OPLyYcCwJCv6Li8-uRqy_OmoJqwbC2tk/s1600/DSC_0064.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664076981760222626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv4gAZSkdTp8WSNQVfGeh8_VX9Oup2B_8xBesXiOyHdtndayYzYJBSU7k0C9rz8zXfXnDpR_YzHY0i2Tfh0ReFf-GLYcmym6_V7RywueuB2oM7OPLyYcCwJCv6Li8-uRqy_OmoJqwbC2tk/s400/DSC_0064.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTm3GynX3-6U81i7-paJpPgElQ2NVqLrXeWBD5SgB27efEgk9cMhxWaR-cIUHjfZ99bwWdv1iSOpTd9pN-DcqPepuG53YfVGqqqM3Eo2G_IuVE2t2v3Av9G9YSCv4wf1KLz05-NwXWQ8B3/s1600/DSC_0061.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664076977026030050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTm3GynX3-6U81i7-paJpPgElQ2NVqLrXeWBD5SgB27efEgk9cMhxWaR-cIUHjfZ99bwWdv1iSOpTd9pN-DcqPepuG53YfVGqqqM3Eo2G_IuVE2t2v3Av9G9YSCv4wf1KLz05-NwXWQ8B3/s400/DSC_0061.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGDfZ_5D6cakf2j_uhV3i-rlvcroIBz0PincImtaNUEjI1HFy0ca3mCX1cKOHlxCr97Vz6eJcACB1a8qSnyxxbJXS_v48B1oVNJiR3vs7ke189YWMJNmhU-8U2hlGQSMjCyo0bjA6ya5Xr/s1600/DSC_0088.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664076176153237554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGDfZ_5D6cakf2j_uhV3i-rlvcroIBz0PincImtaNUEjI1HFy0ca3mCX1cKOHlxCr97Vz6eJcACB1a8qSnyxxbJXS_v48B1oVNJiR3vs7ke189YWMJNmhU-8U2hlGQSMjCyo0bjA6ya5Xr/s400/DSC_0088.JPG" /></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyiaSVDGv5acQJaNTocxGIuEEy3W6lu2fociT9nHKFM4jQ4hNFmhyphenhyphenqDY6JYibuCkpRn30NJWX58toLFiJqEPiW07I2CgLynfaz-1ATZFh7Rl1AjvqOXshnF4cYIHjoBf5we0WWJNewfFDs/s1600/DSC_0097.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUGVhpubfRCIq35_5MD-xc2osKdSoaNXBPBhYPFj4rkU9dfTqMxuR78Wp3xeyro-rnY2SPXDJ5s6sJRdK5lfSVycPs3FEH2vi0pv9ch7UtAB13u4xWiJb4kvfbrLZXc8Oc_1LHhyXhbAAa/s1600/DSC_0101.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664076163778647426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUGVhpubfRCIq35_5MD-xc2osKdSoaNXBPBhYPFj4rkU9dfTqMxuR78Wp3xeyro-rnY2SPXDJ5s6sJRdK5lfSVycPs3FEH2vi0pv9ch7UtAB13u4xWiJb4kvfbrLZXc8Oc_1LHhyXhbAAa/s400/DSC_0101.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2SyK-xjEgig8Pab9ggYFJyeFF_JBH1EucyNs_-EXyrUEep_Q2ZmyvyGV_Dx7UveKOb4r_qh0_1y07U9F9UZav3Hit26JHUfOK5eIc9LEDWVI06YsvU833mk4U5uOtXc1P9EkA8iomF3nO/s1600/DSC_0103.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664076158433366194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2SyK-xjEgig8Pab9ggYFJyeFF_JBH1EucyNs_-EXyrUEep_Q2ZmyvyGV_Dx7UveKOb4r_qh0_1y07U9F9UZav3Hit26JHUfOK5eIc9LEDWVI06YsvU833mk4U5uOtXc1P9EkA8iomF3nO/s400/DSC_0103.JPG" /></a><div> Kari and I loaded up our five girlies while the Daddys were working and headed over to Dahlonega yesterday to meet up with some friends for Gold Rush. Thank you KD girls for a nice meeting place, and Heather and Joan it was great seeing you ladies!! </div><div> </div><div>Since I'm the worst blogger ever I thought I could at least post some pictures from our afternoon... maybe some more bloggy catch-up is also in order. Perhaps this will be the week?!?</div><div> </div><div><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/3000085753_3db09a6d1d_o.png" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>MaryBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616580074114782789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523822887759866232.post-28092149276396278052011-09-02T08:25:00.004-04:002011-09-02T21:52:41.324-04:00A Summer South GA Trip<div>In addition to all the individual dates that Scott and the girls shared this past July, he also made a trip down to south Georgia to see his family. As usual, Ella and Sarah were eager to travel, and Maggie and Kate opted to stay home with me. </div><div>
<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgmkQ9V-Z5ulS0HVq2uYXooK8QXBw5i1Pl02b9wXL9UgVkUUny6NtjDNmXUxxuulrU84kBZPpQedKbsR-9-rv95pVGLTNyilPMnKJrPIaEk-DDglA_FjsMnYJxspM49QBITH2EjB9tXnGg/s1600/DSC_0091.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647737989758479074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgmkQ9V-Z5ulS0HVq2uYXooK8QXBw5i1Pl02b9wXL9UgVkUUny6NtjDNmXUxxuulrU84kBZPpQedKbsR-9-rv95pVGLTNyilPMnKJrPIaEk-DDglA_FjsMnYJxspM49QBITH2EjB9tXnGg/s400/DSC_0091.JPG" /></a>The girls took their bikes with newly removed training wheels and chalked up a few hours in the early mornings and late evenings riding along the sidewalks near Gamma's. Not even one knee was skinned upon their return.</div><div>
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhngDmKoRCdJW8BAJQLnsQjSuGtgHq38Sxh-k2fl3oliYbOK19qxmCatjEBftg__nXJrVzPCsjXYr9mAHt_LYi13NOimkgvYqPnnsVufQ9bdPs-mT8ImqimOydZeisLWcDWPV3g-Fjm6Uv5/s1600/DSC_0200.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647737992309761282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhngDmKoRCdJW8BAJQLnsQjSuGtgHq38Sxh-k2fl3oliYbOK19qxmCatjEBftg__nXJrVzPCsjXYr9mAHt_LYi13NOimkgvYqPnnsVufQ9bdPs-mT8ImqimOydZeisLWcDWPV3g-Fjm6Uv5/s400/DSC_0200.JPG" /></a>They didn't seem to mind the scraggly, bearded face of July as much as I did.... case in point, Ella was still willing to be hugged right up to it cheek to cheek.
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDAd7kmDJHVYJO7jBYdCW7pmZdyKArWwcSD23RhcDQQA7T0-c54EbC9eIxhkBEDk9znk60pQNw1t2shTfGJIwGNcHGTMCz7NoAgsVUhEord7DO4y3XY6DVVrYAnrIZonlyjB2sqngNxrtO/s1600/DSC_0307.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647737985635836882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDAd7kmDJHVYJO7jBYdCW7pmZdyKArWwcSD23RhcDQQA7T0-c54EbC9eIxhkBEDk9znk60pQNw1t2shTfGJIwGNcHGTMCz7NoAgsVUhEord7DO4y3XY6DVVrYAnrIZonlyjB2sqngNxrtO/s400/DSC_0307.JPG" /></a>They spent some time at Gamma's antique shop. She has several baby carriages so I'm sure they pushed their babies around and around the place. As nerve wracking as it is for the girls to play around in the antique shop with all the breakables, it's got nothing on the days of letting Bandit off his leash in there!?! What were we thinking??</div><div>
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGcLiEDZKdBkHV0o4R-F-SkwX7CCFuE1ey1Z8PWbm7avGYJ1ehVHLroyxXxzxp9HyEs0tVUCf7nFElCQ_RsaPhtSbvZRaQPpomqIEK5y-ZPdVkxmayochk7DA-O_Hr7BiSkjdhtT0ITdas/s1600/DSC_0328.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647737981521075106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGcLiEDZKdBkHV0o4R-F-SkwX7CCFuE1ey1Z8PWbm7avGYJ1ehVHLroyxXxzxp9HyEs0tVUCf7nFElCQ_RsaPhtSbvZRaQPpomqIEK5y-ZPdVkxmayochk7DA-O_Hr7BiSkjdhtT0ITdas/s400/DSC_0328.JPG" /></a>They even had a nice visit with Scott's dad's side of the family... lots more picture posing than Ella or Sarah either one was very happy with by that point I'm sure.
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYG07iW95kHm_wwiFUbuHQ2XWdpG7NL7mEfIbUh7Lmr6gAI7rXitk6kqE4MY4qJJw-NaJFgZ066tvEHnJCLjUkGKhJOrWT_d3Vxlxm-YXBYgMev5eDwY8Y08oC8iAwhjnwM-bz3Z7l6-5a/s1600/DSC_0354.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647737982979930994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYG07iW95kHm_wwiFUbuHQ2XWdpG7NL7mEfIbUh7Lmr6gAI7rXitk6kqE4MY4qJJw-NaJFgZ066tvEHnJCLjUkGKhJOrWT_d3Vxlxm-YXBYgMev5eDwY8Y08oC8iAwhjnwM-bz3Z7l6-5a/s400/DSC_0354.JPG" /></a>Back at home I was amazed at how easy it was to only have 2 little people with me during the day. While the others were away, my sweet Kate and Maggie were just as happy as a couple of little larks to play together. They even snuggled up in the same bed while Sarah was missing from their room. I truly don't think they fought or argued over one single thing the whole time!</div><p></p><div>Kate was randomly giggling from the back of the Expedition one afternoon, and when I asked her what was so funny she just smiled, reached over to grab Maggie's hand, and said, "<i>I'm just so happy to have my Maggie!" </i>Melted my heart right on the spot....</div><div><div><p></p>
<br /></div><div>I am sure that Ella and Sarah fared almost as well for the trip, but we were all certainly glad to be reunited when they arrived home once again.</div><div> </div><div><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/3000085753_3db09a6d1d_o.png" /></div></div></div></div></div></div>MaryBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616580074114782789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523822887759866232.post-46664723378736704422011-08-30T09:05:00.004-04:002011-08-30T09:26:42.683-04:005 Years Old<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9YGlwGYLqi-V1WHfbeG2Vx0cAoKs7TXjJy3MjBoCM67H2rJ2DN86jr-rLfaQe3colkyQupTL3xYNqe2vyxwcqUAKLmYfXf5ht3ymR3TIgKmc4AXplt4SqUH6VN6KNghZuqOaz2vDPgmSM/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646634824750166002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9YGlwGYLqi-V1WHfbeG2Vx0cAoKs7TXjJy3MjBoCM67H2rJ2DN86jr-rLfaQe3colkyQupTL3xYNqe2vyxwcqUAKLmYfXf5ht3ymR3TIgKmc4AXplt4SqUH6VN6KNghZuqOaz2vDPgmSM/s400/DSC_0007.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div>We celebrated Maggie, Kate, and Sarah's birthday a few weeks ago with family and some of their preschool classmates. At their request we did the usual... pool/ water slide party with cake and ice cream. They each wanted something completely different in the way of cake, so we had pound cake with blue icing, pound cake with chocolate icing and sprinkles, and strawberry pound cake with strawberries on top. The cakes were yummy if I do say so myself! </div><div>
<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5pJpj-VYjC-6QO9NRuuFuGylxduvyQSkQFWEcEqZ6PpeKyYtzI5v9OLrQIfaum2nOMvQTt-7EjHNpfJMfaaVhlN46jkTB73vVMS5y3z9Mp8CU7fy132nOi8cyvEJyCRnQwiB7zCqlJjLe/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646634817934435026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5pJpj-VYjC-6QO9NRuuFuGylxduvyQSkQFWEcEqZ6PpeKyYtzI5v9OLrQIfaum2nOMvQTt-7EjHNpfJMfaaVhlN46jkTB73vVMS5y3z9Mp8CU7fy132nOi8cyvEJyCRnQwiB7zCqlJjLe/s400/DSC_0019.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div>I'm not sure if it is because they are kindergartners now or because they are 5 or what, but the girls amaze me daily with how grown up they suddenly seem. There are no traces of baby left, but I sure am enjoying the company of these little ladies now!</div><div> </div><p></p><div>Amazingly, after being in class with the same 17 other kids for going on 3 weeks now, their classmates didn't even realize that Maggie, Kate, and Sarah were sisters until I took cupcakes in on Friday to celebrate their birthdays at school. To me that speaks volumes about how well they are doing in one classroom all together. <p></p>
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8WtZ3NLzqqw7D-FdF84sO5awKBFQeDbm6NHeb_0aYgXU3UBymxaOpJ1usxAEUwb8SqytrFTFym67xPwMFwPdb8svypWON_j73BYBQOYSuwNUv5GRTPE-61-R7lX7yHj6Nurjgqpxfsm-H/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/3000085753_3db09a6d1d_o.png" /></div></div></div></div>MaryBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616580074114782789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523822887759866232.post-86363323928000272332011-08-17T09:41:00.005-04:002011-08-17T21:07:17.732-04:00Hilton Head Island 2011<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU0P3NQhGwgqRVI3GbJrX8OorHvlTRDQ4jdBPLov_h0gptL1wlX6FRVW1hjJ1qKyb8XIYhhabBOP380dVlMMc9otO3e-SWyLZ8oDpucHTpwOOlgOooGA59HA-dEy-M4W7kGks-D04MK_PE/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641819942417932898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU0P3NQhGwgqRVI3GbJrX8OorHvlTRDQ4jdBPLov_h0gptL1wlX6FRVW1hjJ1qKyb8XIYhhabBOP380dVlMMc9otO3e-SWyLZ8oDpucHTpwOOlgOooGA59HA-dEy-M4W7kGks-D04MK_PE/s400/DSC_0009.JPG" /></a>
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<br /><div> We had another fantastic time at Hilton Head in July. As usual, our routine was breakfast, bike, beach, pool, lunch, rest, beach, pool, bike to dinner, crash.... rinse and repeat 3 or 4 times with only a little variation. This was the first summer that we've had 4 full fledged swimmers on our hands, so that made everything "<em>way more fun". </em>For the first time ever, we spent one morning playing putt-putt. Whew, that was exhausting! Another first was the girls actively trying to make friends with other kids we met on the beach and at the pool ... also great fun! They found lots of little girls and even several little boys that didn't mind being friends with a whole gaggle of sisters. Scott helped each of the girls take turns learning to ride on the boogie board. Ella became quite good at it, and after making a new friend one day tried to ride off into the sunset with her new friend on the board. That was a completely new nerve wracking experience for this mama who is used to having her girls hover very nearby at all times! </div><p></p><div> </div><div>On this trip the girls became very eager to ride their own bikes... guess those carriers are getting a little bit cramped! So we told them that when they learned to ride without training wheels they could bring their bikes and not ride in the carriers anymore. Guess what? The minute we got home we removed them and within a week all four of our kiddos were riding their bikes sans training wheels!! Perhaps those should be the next pictures I post?!? <p></p> </div><div> </div><div><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/3000085753_3db09a6d1d_o.png" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>
<br />MaryBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616580074114782789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523822887759866232.post-19764714206355399512011-08-16T09:04:00.006-04:002011-08-16T09:51:32.284-04:00Anniversary Celebration Dinner<div>I'm still catching up on some of our summer fun and adventures, and I thought these pictures were too special not to share.</div><div>
<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP8CXhBNfBWQ6M28ZcPtRP0TgcG_bdu20e9WTiVG-1QoYgqpuU11NejujCVAs4GHZvGJ98qies962Wi0JKoplKOUN5R3wdkceoymlJ2IDMqlKyGAkBcPLEXSEO4DI0ZYUksEePKqV7aUE2/s1600/DSC_0175.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641443421255531922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP8CXhBNfBWQ6M28ZcPtRP0TgcG_bdu20e9WTiVG-1QoYgqpuU11NejujCVAs4GHZvGJ98qies962Wi0JKoplKOUN5R3wdkceoymlJ2IDMqlKyGAkBcPLEXSEO4DI0ZYUksEePKqV7aUE2/s400/DSC_0175.JPG" /></a>For the second year in a row, Kari and I, along with our families were home and able to help Mimi and Pop celebrate their anniversary in July. Thankfully this year I remembered to take pictures of our whole crew... no simple feat anymore!
<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixDr7kgSxpmgKLHY1HgNjtGimSHj6RFoebS5k6GfLPhl1najTWvxZSnzHROfKRsVASmkRfb-I6DrXfSNPAd88y8wZHEgrJW6seUQSQBShZ5VojZKU-5gWEZBd1Z8i0plYSpEwjKpZ8nE_q/s1600/DSC_0189.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641443415075171346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixDr7kgSxpmgKLHY1HgNjtGimSHj6RFoebS5k6GfLPhl1najTWvxZSnzHROfKRsVASmkRfb-I6DrXfSNPAd88y8wZHEgrJW6seUQSQBShZ5VojZKU-5gWEZBd1Z8i0plYSpEwjKpZ8nE_q/s400/DSC_0189.JPG" /></a>Kari, James, and Harper made a nice photo, but apparently our gang couldn't get it together.
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJo-i15SfpqaeMOj4KaSZSd1JvWFq-hRCVxZuS30S4ic37EvJa22-W3-796j7D6AUFGO_avYVregOwu29uJJ5cQR8nc4msBCzcmTYimOTctoUBVWvOb-EPgEO9MsxOMLpoKPQbDoQD72IP/s1600/DSC_0225.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641443415766791314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJo-i15SfpqaeMOj4KaSZSd1JvWFq-hRCVxZuS30S4ic37EvJa22-W3-796j7D6AUFGO_avYVregOwu29uJJ5cQR8nc4msBCzcmTYimOTctoUBVWvOb-EPgEO9MsxOMLpoKPQbDoQD72IP/s400/DSC_0225.JPG" /></a>We made Pop pretty miserable with all the posing, but I think the pictures are worth the effort!!
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOo9AFOKJpR1_khWrpOSaUwcRo_lttP2eqMOaChGSVxjOaXBY5gT-CfZUlTAajNM90vRIEwVejTH2qIx7jzFgjKHlc1-R70eU8qRi81CxMC1030qdD3pCJmRVbqL0cnWb0sBObFEuRLzIP/s1600/DSC_0244-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641443408958395826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOo9AFOKJpR1_khWrpOSaUwcRo_lttP2eqMOaChGSVxjOaXBY5gT-CfZUlTAajNM90vRIEwVejTH2qIx7jzFgjKHlc1-R70eU8qRi81CxMC1030qdD3pCJmRVbqL0cnWb0sBObFEuRLzIP/s400/DSC_0244-1.JPG" /></a>As usual Kate wasn't interested in having her photo taken, but we did get a rare shot where she was smiling. Hooray!
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV3ne8wWhFruvEd5lugMFjeccMpNsa6HEjbjfQRgQDu9RNrvAwP5oSBf-jXwr2bQx6m_ugni79bB1MIhYWq3bCSFwbqqBN0GE7WpzZIDwvgGarT5KlTDs0a6uXgQS1YDiMW74iKJvVb5Qo/s1600/DSC_0253-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641443406558401810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV3ne8wWhFruvEd5lugMFjeccMpNsa6HEjbjfQRgQDu9RNrvAwP5oSBf-jXwr2bQx6m_ugni79bB1MIhYWq3bCSFwbqqBN0GE7WpzZIDwvgGarT5KlTDs0a6uXgQS1YDiMW74iKJvVb5Qo/s400/DSC_0253-1.JPG" /></a><div> Ella</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyhBUok5kAcbMsfi2GED1n5z3DxGFaatyOOgEKsd5sbaS399h9buUs4lcvCXVChQ3ws1XQ4ncPZGuihYOYwK5S11GP-Oa3EjfZzaBGGEr9Tt0w0XEZ0RtDmjRnj-dUCUJrNEVWjNVm1Oz7/s1600/DSC_0255-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 310px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641443124998887410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyhBUok5kAcbMsfi2GED1n5z3DxGFaatyOOgEKsd5sbaS399h9buUs4lcvCXVChQ3ws1XQ4ncPZGuihYOYwK5S11GP-Oa3EjfZzaBGGEr9Tt0w0XEZ0RtDmjRnj-dUCUJrNEVWjNVm1Oz7/s400/DSC_0255-1.JPG" /></a>Maggie</div><div> </div><div>
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQb_23Ea4rAY2v506Koa29LKeExBGzcp3A888SS1nB-b5kNoKa9pbzFs7Ved9pX8gUFGwAbQIH12pnPfkzg5T_iW_2njfQEzz5gn5GsmrdPPdbsPg_2eD1Rs0jULCTF7zKzrPgWN_Sczwe/s1600/DSC_0259-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641443119520921346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQb_23Ea4rAY2v506Koa29LKeExBGzcp3A888SS1nB-b5kNoKa9pbzFs7Ved9pX8gUFGwAbQIH12pnPfkzg5T_iW_2njfQEzz5gn5GsmrdPPdbsPg_2eD1Rs0jULCTF7zKzrPgWN_Sczwe/s400/DSC_0259-1.JPG" /></a></div><div>Sarah... more than willing to take up Kate's slack</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO1ZSvcz5iZop14UzA5FXe4JMnVjW_7Saf7GW7tlmO6tM7Cd0wwT1Kw0ZaZ-GwJktcNJoqWNQRkxAMlL9Uvnc9aEgCX6m_r9xGNAoAynvq42gvGwIdU5TfRCklrGtHbRjqCarN334xT09r/s1600/DSC_0271-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641443114686287026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO1ZSvcz5iZop14UzA5FXe4JMnVjW_7Saf7GW7tlmO6tM7Cd0wwT1Kw0ZaZ-GwJktcNJoqWNQRkxAMlL9Uvnc9aEgCX6m_r9xGNAoAynvq42gvGwIdU5TfRCklrGtHbRjqCarN334xT09r/s400/DSC_0271-1.JPG" /></a></div><div>Cool drinks from the water fountain</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq0iHpIoKBJoFVNHNIYVxRc2oFL5KpQz-ljmslFZ9AAITAzlCJSrSWBFPC1H9trAGuqxJ4IyKu0kN_14icT2TU9HkpF4TVHq9B8_JG0cEKPwbSfHAJw-7oD-NdOpjjGYgzQcCx1aKI97t5/s1600/DSC_0277-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641443111069850786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq0iHpIoKBJoFVNHNIYVxRc2oFL5KpQz-ljmslFZ9AAITAzlCJSrSWBFPC1H9trAGuqxJ4IyKu0kN_14icT2TU9HkpF4TVHq9B8_JG0cEKPwbSfHAJw-7oD-NdOpjjGYgzQcCx1aKI97t5/s400/DSC_0277-1.JPG" /></a></div><div>We parked the girls on the<a href="http://foursillysisters.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html"> same bench as last year</a> for the sake of comparison.... I can't believe how much they've grown and changed in just a years' time!! Wow!</div><div> </div><div>
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiqr6s1_o2j39vYFlTYVjJI2B6zioKFphEpfWcJfMcUonU3k_Px1Tpk6TftjYzrhWd74o8WCXRqizJmG3lIF4BIF5pWoTaU_esaNGpUjuK6DGlMHRdim21bGlYtvvQft3A9MvGIL2j2BiS/s1600/DSC_0303-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641443107419825042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiqr6s1_o2j39vYFlTYVjJI2B6zioKFphEpfWcJfMcUonU3k_Px1Tpk6TftjYzrhWd74o8WCXRqizJmG3lIF4BIF5pWoTaU_esaNGpUjuK6DGlMHRdim21bGlYtvvQft3A9MvGIL2j2BiS/s400/DSC_0303-1.JPG" /></a>By the time we finished taking pictures they were way past done!</div><div>
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<br /><div> </div><div align="left"> I think the anniversary celebrations just keep getting better and better... the girls are still occasionally talking about this trip and plotting for next years' already! Here's to many, many more!!</div><p align="left"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/3000085753_3db09a6d1d_o.png" /></p><div align="left"> </div><p></p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>MaryBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616580074114782789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523822887759866232.post-89744654887054167172011-08-15T20:11:00.005-04:002011-08-15T20:24:17.253-04:00Uncle Trap<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBGVgdkmbOBYP_zTPQU_N4_JwN02olz_8I008aWP5k1sNsh60qbMWXJP-lf-ODD0GL82MVQ_s75gWtwFWwzFsaOCMhKYxycGUHD9YZs0OxZdtU3W53Jfg6Hha60qefvqICXNholtVjt7hb/s1600/DSC_0067.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641239891447527810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBGVgdkmbOBYP_zTPQU_N4_JwN02olz_8I008aWP5k1sNsh60qbMWXJP-lf-ODD0GL82MVQ_s75gWtwFWwzFsaOCMhKYxycGUHD9YZs0OxZdtU3W53Jfg6Hha60qefvqICXNholtVjt7hb/s400/DSC_0067.JPG" /></a><div> The girls watched a couple of "new to us" movies this summer... their favorites were both the old and new versions of The Parent Trap. One Sunday afternoon the girls tried to pull a trick on their great- uncle Silly Al that was inspired by the switcheroo in the movie. Ella even helped to give Maggie a freckle the same size as Kate's.
<br /><p>Can you tell who is who?</p></div><p></p><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/3000085753_3db09a6d1d_o.png" /></div>
<br />MaryBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616580074114782789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523822887759866232.post-33893154021209253122011-08-11T10:04:00.005-04:002011-08-11T19:47:22.395-04:00Happy Birthday Daddy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioWPE4NMfm1w9xqtzeXFsGBfROG6j4sNpO7pJoUvv218yZyGhrnCymHC5J2QKewwAovEHMwHA5o6DtvfCo8o_7bLlkwQBfZ0qhtJmO-Ia9WBkvJnZruBLxG1H-zJQAN_0Dj5W3kDiVu2Nh/s1600/P1030574.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639601173819480818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioWPE4NMfm1w9xqtzeXFsGBfROG6j4sNpO7pJoUvv218yZyGhrnCymHC5J2QKewwAovEHMwHA5o6DtvfCo8o_7bLlkwQBfZ0qhtJmO-Ia9WBkvJnZruBLxG1H-zJQAN_0Dj5W3kDiVu2Nh/s400/P1030574.JPG" /></a>
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<br />First off, Happy Birthday Scott!!
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<br />We felt that each one of the girls needed a special Daddy Date this summer because Scott spent most of the last school year away for work. He had the whole month of July off for these adventures, and he and Ella started things off with quite a bang.
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgArqZpFdY-9yZlXHcPidkr5fGW5EZLIysRKYSd27jwF-l2HIucVZ9Q1zV4FI8FH6l5zcQsHfOJzeDnRm9Dic9VvACJ7TsCsldN6TCfD86qoZVo4fo40PDoZT3wN9UAzv_ML4r5NjrcZLU6/s1600/P1030562.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639601172315631058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgArqZpFdY-9yZlXHcPidkr5fGW5EZLIysRKYSd27jwF-l2HIucVZ9Q1zV4FI8FH6l5zcQsHfOJzeDnRm9Dic9VvACJ7TsCsldN6TCfD86qoZVo4fo40PDoZT3wN9UAzv_ML4r5NjrcZLU6/s400/P1030562.JPG" /></a>The two of them flew up to D.C. for the day early in July. Ella says that the National Zoo is the longest walk she ever had to take! Apparently it was also pretty hot there in July.
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGqnr9UM4zLfpDZGh5tLkw2zwQarD5ACLRIhXukxQKVZWZa6mRZSO6jO_O6R3nsVuKotvImZfznn4CasqBFI8y7PEYMkHXUyGF3Gt1b65jNbk5yo_hCkiD8aFDLlCk1zI3yDgAB8MAFScq/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639601172270617522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGqnr9UM4zLfpDZGh5tLkw2zwQarD5ACLRIhXukxQKVZWZa6mRZSO6jO_O6R3nsVuKotvImZfznn4CasqBFI8y7PEYMkHXUyGF3Gt1b65jNbk5yo_hCkiD8aFDLlCk1zI3yDgAB8MAFScq/s400/DSC_0055.JPG" /></a>They enjoyed some outdoor fountains in the city, a lunch date, an art museum or two, ice cream, and some time at the air and space museum.
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ5QIDjlodpy1nhJ4diblODowMfbm4LV6D5ZzHjw5aD0wgfb9dlt7m0lUe0wmiQKC3Uq_wPR6MVAMD4t1IJu6UFUanrYd13dqMTnVAFEGmLuL4-RXJQ98S0k86Fnsjfcd9c-TfbPW119R9/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639601164149650690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ5QIDjlodpy1nhJ4diblODowMfbm4LV6D5ZzHjw5aD0wgfb9dlt7m0lUe0wmiQKC3Uq_wPR6MVAMD4t1IJu6UFUanrYd13dqMTnVAFEGmLuL4-RXJQ98S0k86Fnsjfcd9c-TfbPW119R9/s400/DSC_0025.JPG" /></a><p>Ella and Scott were both completely exhausted by the end of the day. It is a blessing to be able to fly standby, but with all the extra stress it added, Scott decided that the other 3 dates would be more local.</p></div><p></p><div> </div><p></p><div> I know that reconnecting with the girls is overwhelming for Scott after deployments, but I have to say he did a fabulous job investing his time with all four of our girls this summer. <p></p> <div> </div><div> </div><div>More Daddy Date stories to come~</div><div> </div><div><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/3000085753_3db09a6d1d_o.png" /></div></div></div></div>
<br />MaryBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616580074114782789noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523822887759866232.post-89072782925817686442011-08-10T13:03:00.001-04:002011-08-10T21:06:24.464-04:00First Day of School x 4!!!!<div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXYy4ZniE7Is_EygrEwNwQBtbr8fbcd-oWTRf6cMl-dT6ejbpZtiSj6SzjgLkUeqHn-IK3uR8iyvJJJJrX7jfDtLG3fpQYE-YrwZTQx9lYLL6yFvbfMRuEguIefwaOwdCACK4uLr31I1El/s1600/DSC_0925.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639228697310994050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXYy4ZniE7Is_EygrEwNwQBtbr8fbcd-oWTRf6cMl-dT6ejbpZtiSj6SzjgLkUeqHn-IK3uR8iyvJJJJrX7jfDtLG3fpQYE-YrwZTQx9lYLL6yFvbfMRuEguIefwaOwdCACK4uLr31I1El/s400/DSC_0925.JPG" /></a>Today is a BIG day in our house. Kate, Maggie, and Sarah have entered the world of Kindergarten. They are probably the youngest in their class since they won't actually be 5 until the end of this month, but they are ready. We couldn't hold them back any longer!
<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr-VpeFrZB2sXUYCR6Fzim4e768QpzOPDqzgmZAAI_6f_02BkvXVbvGcxOSc12oAxDB_-r54kk38L32RdsaKfl0UqSTNiWC3hQOeLJI8eCj8KcENaSsLOK79RCpocKs84ctjoKOaGRd5ec/s1600/DSC_0921.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639228695493060194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr-VpeFrZB2sXUYCR6Fzim4e768QpzOPDqzgmZAAI_6f_02BkvXVbvGcxOSc12oAxDB_-r54kk38L32RdsaKfl0UqSTNiWC3hQOeLJI8eCj8KcENaSsLOK79RCpocKs84ctjoKOaGRd5ec/s400/DSC_0921.JPG" /></a>Silly Faces </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzIJMhOsns8eFNt7MLYhUMY4X9cUu07qaMpQbiiDRzdBd-0qT11qVrKnLP7t0-5ORfmSkmDp2Y86mBbdmT6AnN5avWstYgCAVF3u7XwfLm6i2et3HDVPPgkFnoF8LCTX1u0qYEce3Q602W/s1600/DSC_0919.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639228693497613234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzIJMhOsns8eFNt7MLYhUMY4X9cUu07qaMpQbiiDRzdBd-0qT11qVrKnLP7t0-5ORfmSkmDp2Y86mBbdmT6AnN5avWstYgCAVF3u7XwfLm6i2et3HDVPPgkFnoF8LCTX1u0qYEce3Q602W/s400/DSC_0919.JPG" /></a>Serious, study faces </div><div> </div><div>
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-J4pBFRP6a4k9iw7kPMjyvAYRNaXB1SOJlr8o5rkp-XPfU3pOwVakejkplqO0brw4YvxZoV97DRudpUNgEv11NAEohaI7dGtinAjquTycYKI0YOeeL8z6odDsUMUBiS9hYdqEZeOopYFM/s1600/DSC_0911.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639228691266592514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-J4pBFRP6a4k9iw7kPMjyvAYRNaXB1SOJlr8o5rkp-XPfU3pOwVakejkplqO0brw4YvxZoV97DRudpUNgEv11NAEohaI7dGtinAjquTycYKI0YOeeL8z6odDsUMUBiS9hYdqEZeOopYFM/s400/DSC_0911.JPG" /></a>Maggie</div><div> </div><div>
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiSonRHDJhC5xUT7dZTJuOxIaGaLrNz2pZbj-StS44j2Dcfu1CfcW4HUftLBKlW2ut4FzwhTFRSUsf2OFF10fNgMMmVByCBnvkwaOb-fwwp_blcVy4sOic7BxlcxMXBZdPlDVNYsXCn5Q7/s1600/DSC_0910.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639228136995211090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiSonRHDJhC5xUT7dZTJuOxIaGaLrNz2pZbj-StS44j2Dcfu1CfcW4HUftLBKlW2ut4FzwhTFRSUsf2OFF10fNgMMmVByCBnvkwaOb-fwwp_blcVy4sOic7BxlcxMXBZdPlDVNYsXCn5Q7/s400/DSC_0910.JPG" /></a>Sarah</div><div> </div><div>
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizt7Cj54cC1At7AGoOPuiBxAtXgGY1DfuKAIjrCZcdEyST9_kgdRjig5nFFq3-mnNwqzYqNHeRBukGIX-z-uwS5qYY_C6cm16mmz2hM-7n5onQEQRUbvQo7aq10k5n196RCHxCtlt2KB4W/s1600/DSC_0908.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639228129794863522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizt7Cj54cC1At7AGoOPuiBxAtXgGY1DfuKAIjrCZcdEyST9_kgdRjig5nFFq3-mnNwqzYqNHeRBukGIX-z-uwS5qYY_C6cm16mmz2hM-7n5onQEQRUbvQo7aq10k5n196RCHxCtlt2KB4W/s400/DSC_0908.JPG" /></a>Kate</div><div> </div><div>
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZh7P2oh9C-txYoOwCfGjy6NN28lV1stInLAH-hI8Fh7BySTu4AUPMF5c_p8JTsmoZBVAMuksgv1U53qD9s0PpAdfu3ovaQj3aTi_YimwL3COQsGOQrLYRpJ8dyOYa_13RuFiRTUwXXIZk/s1600/DSC_0907.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639228126676481058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZh7P2oh9C-txYoOwCfGjy6NN28lV1stInLAH-hI8Fh7BySTu4AUPMF5c_p8JTsmoZBVAMuksgv1U53qD9s0PpAdfu3ovaQj3aTi_YimwL3COQsGOQrLYRpJ8dyOYa_13RuFiRTUwXXIZk/s400/DSC_0907.JPG" /></a>Ella... first day of 1st grade, and she didn't even look up as she waved me off this morning. She's an old pro at this school stuff and has been eager to get back to "The Creek" since mid-July.</div><div> </div><div>
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<br /><div align="left"> Now with a little bit of time on my hands I hope to develop a daily discipline for blogging to catch up on the thousands of photos and summer memories that are sitting idle in my head and on the computer. Stay tuned...</div><div> </div><p align="left"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/3000085753_3db09a6d1d_o.png" /></p><div align="left"> </div><p></p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>MaryBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616580074114782789noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523822887759866232.post-5217659270130883192011-05-18T21:04:00.006-04:002011-05-18T21:19:44.449-04:00Almost Wordless Wednesday: My Heart Explodes Soon<div>These three precious girls, who incidentally<a href="http://foursillysisters.blogspot.com/2010/09/look-out-preschool.html"> just started pre-k</a> what feels like yesterday, will say goodbye to their beloved preschool tomorrow at graduation. We will miss their sweet, loving teacher and all their <del>cohorts</del> classmates. I can not believe how fast time flies!!</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJfAvOIG3TPjUqfSD-tqZGbBcCSdDsUp4cQ_YfzMrbzKr9DB9Ypr44Rj7qTyt91RwQGnmMqQdAqQ6XpnEvk0VBBioNQgA5JGn0xqZXfp8JJp9uP0-2pIZqJZS41dstClr-aXtB0fpnoflM/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJfAvOIG3TPjUqfSD-tqZGbBcCSdDsUp4cQ_YfzMrbzKr9DB9Ypr44Rj7qTyt91RwQGnmMqQdAqQ6XpnEvk0VBBioNQgA5JGn0xqZXfp8JJp9uP0-2pIZqJZS41dstClr-aXtB0fpnoflM/s400/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608227110601547362" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCpMcs3K_-ghiZgIjq-2iSjEYBAgrUI7Ox_oBn18fw4-LxvcVx9_5c3lx9D6EUGRaDLMVpp4Sq_zaje4u4ipm8dLGFS6q9HURZwc5bc1iMdTW0t7w4t72gdzUppFErT4HyJJ4ycVXpiJzE/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCpMcs3K_-ghiZgIjq-2iSjEYBAgrUI7Ox_oBn18fw4-LxvcVx9_5c3lx9D6EUGRaDLMVpp4Sq_zaje4u4ipm8dLGFS6q9HURZwc5bc1iMdTW0t7w4t72gdzUppFErT4HyJJ4ycVXpiJzE/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCpMcs3K_-ghiZgIjq-2iSjEYBAgrUI7Ox_oBn18fw4-LxvcVx9_5c3lx9D6EUGRaDLMVpp4Sq_zaje4u4ipm8dLGFS6q9HURZwc5bc1iMdTW0t7w4t72gdzUppFErT4HyJJ4ycVXpiJzE/s400/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608227103022797522" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrmPr01zAvfB0L8irxM-p44Qgn5_2cozsu_rudizMpKNwYy-Fm4zk3rXmRlq_iGM6i9QgjBNJb9_m5NOwWp1IDjeTj6mn2RKy6ILGtAeKBvHnsT-nWYLywfy7qS6oPZU0tODDmPqloASnz/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrmPr01zAvfB0L8irxM-p44Qgn5_2cozsu_rudizMpKNwYy-Fm4zk3rXmRlq_iGM6i9QgjBNJb9_m5NOwWp1IDjeTj6mn2RKy6ILGtAeKBvHnsT-nWYLywfy7qS6oPZU0tODDmPqloASnz/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608227104838903730" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/3000085753_3db09a6d1d_o.png" /></div>MaryBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616580074114782789noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523822887759866232.post-38957983179335010432011-05-04T11:33:00.005-04:002011-05-04T11:40:17.356-04:00Weekend at the Beach<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ4UKtnQzsbycIOClYDkNv5fGdvv_9FJJXwalKh0DZsH-FQHbo7Ht-sZF0XFJQebF8Rh2nz2RGRJqzsxusAoujVhiz25IlntrDLErJnp-b7YrqTMao9hr9_mWD8_nl20_PpG4xA7iGI5Jg/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ4UKtnQzsbycIOClYDkNv5fGdvv_9FJJXwalKh0DZsH-FQHbo7Ht-sZF0XFJQebF8Rh2nz2RGRJqzsxusAoujVhiz25IlntrDLErJnp-b7YrqTMao9hr9_mWD8_nl20_PpG4xA7iGI5Jg/s400/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602885542945955986" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAotkiqCUX14YaZWptHU8q2ye_Gz2_WXoa1sRLLPt8VlzEzPFYvDgl5sJ7j2vQtbzAQvCMc_gd7TglNCkjelFpWscnMzV-nB3WRcVY8wv8IGXyVFaQKb0UsMgHrDCczwiwN8x72uD0hbY8/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAotkiqCUX14YaZWptHU8q2ye_Gz2_WXoa1sRLLPt8VlzEzPFYvDgl5sJ7j2vQtbzAQvCMc_gd7TglNCkjelFpWscnMzV-nB3WRcVY8wv8IGXyVFaQKb0UsMgHrDCczwiwN8x72uD0hbY8/s400/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602884985498001746" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigFvVveEbDvLhn8ZDhaHMYy5AqEn2TdgBI-mCyoOside07U5da_6E0LNwlKBXIlXMtplIVxQcwK_AKbsBQQqAYPQbBd4sjx9g43zKdQFt3Slws5iRkOjHlfvtijJZ9hysgTpiwIbnEDNJ4/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigFvVveEbDvLhn8ZDhaHMYy5AqEn2TdgBI-mCyoOside07U5da_6E0LNwlKBXIlXMtplIVxQcwK_AKbsBQQqAYPQbBd4sjx9g43zKdQFt3Slws5iRkOjHlfvtijJZ9hysgTpiwIbnEDNJ4/s400/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602884979779880258" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHiXx6QkkNUZ2Q-uv7yE8rnz0F3lK9KQvk_UMeHmO-H2YOThu7X3mE3CkHGU8P10VQoS7UN0bAG-SwZ4ftS9JDAlCUp-JFuisjCavNq0mbASZ8w9xloHRYcYa92Zb-kC8sQu0lPhP6290S/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHiXx6QkkNUZ2Q-uv7yE8rnz0F3lK9KQvk_UMeHmO-H2YOThu7X3mE3CkHGU8P10VQoS7UN0bAG-SwZ4ftS9JDAlCUp-JFuisjCavNq0mbASZ8w9xloHRYcYa92Zb-kC8sQu0lPhP6290S/s400/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602884977226226770" /></a>We spent a lovely weekend at the beach with Nanny, Mimi, Kari, and aunts and cousins. It was a great way to spend our time while waiting for Scott to return to the US. The countdown is on...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/3000085753_3db09a6d1d_o.png" />MaryBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616580074114782789noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523822887759866232.post-80675772455682310882011-04-24T21:46:00.004-04:002011-04-24T22:14:40.653-04:00Celebrations<div><div>This morning, in addition to the Resurrection, we celebrated a couple of baby dedications at church. This little bit was included, but she was fully clothed for the ceremony!! She is the sweetest niece ever, and totally adorable, too!!</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglBRefZOY3Mvriihi-8GaZQwvOagm-ct4KkbkqEhNTLGmHmr5FR99zChJLWSXj0eM_ZAhYwtfcE3Y-G1JhAu32SwpBZXkK55GAZ9N43Gb3143BVZ5iPL1fk9SpdW2LI2qPGNzzRZyNf_BI/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglBRefZOY3Mvriihi-8GaZQwvOagm-ct4KkbkqEhNTLGmHmr5FR99zChJLWSXj0eM_ZAhYwtfcE3Y-G1JhAu32SwpBZXkK55GAZ9N43Gb3143BVZ5iPL1fk9SpdW2LI2qPGNzzRZyNf_BI/s400/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599331894841836578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixBMFajgpllJedM3FWWUb2NNBT3ByNY3mL31TXmRiq47r8Q3eUMA_9GpbzmLirwUzQnjHLxJN7sniVlUNxNAlyunJvNn-bfL5MJLF8kcGdGC5WYPf-waG3cFx6p8ESoWBMmTTwI5IijK2L/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixBMFajgpllJedM3FWWUb2NNBT3ByNY3mL31TXmRiq47r8Q3eUMA_9GpbzmLirwUzQnjHLxJN7sniVlUNxNAlyunJvNn-bfL5MJLF8kcGdGC5WYPf-waG3cFx6p8ESoWBMmTTwI5IijK2L/s400/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599331897959326226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM9TTZq2OtTAL1MljBU6HBbLyzVjuXEI6zFol8Z1wy0NFJKgm2x0XFUSd3z1RB7NwtmqmM_qC4bO-4R_kyMErellrDjb5hgdjzt_V2JLgfDrP0uMahhAtnFJLzC68OMP1ZGfm25we8iY-R/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM9TTZq2OtTAL1MljBU6HBbLyzVjuXEI6zFol8Z1wy0NFJKgm2x0XFUSd3z1RB7NwtmqmM_qC4bO-4R_kyMErellrDjb5hgdjzt_V2JLgfDrP0uMahhAtnFJLzC68OMP1ZGfm25we8iY-R/s400/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599331892553584514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>After church we had a delicious lunch at Mimi and Pop's with family. Then Harper and her two grandmothers looked on...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib6CH2Ii2NXaK-Dnk9uz02T8Fqb5o3JFeLuxEGJvNS2Mtppi_EX9iK6srX8tE-czguzudl19XnfwpScbBBiY3yuhckDxsFYoPwPU-8YeUnJDtPdrSvswQf592je9zb4pdPYC7_n41qKGiG/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib6CH2Ii2NXaK-Dnk9uz02T8Fqb5o3JFeLuxEGJvNS2Mtppi_EX9iK6srX8tE-czguzudl19XnfwpScbBBiY3yuhckDxsFYoPwPU-8YeUnJDtPdrSvswQf592je9zb4pdPYC7_n41qKGiG/s400/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599335995015546994" /></a>... as all the "big" cousins began a fabulous Easter egg hunt. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglDRwPkNF6FxXXOJfw4jxeEsG5XrTGQFG9dlKXESq6Hm59E5w2q2b4qS2wZAGp0tReTN0FP8EUPSaLl0SO19H-lfvrpwsZlOwJP-67jqooJy5rgG_pBwwlV8EbEJULMPdfLrKbAxcdWR9J/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglDRwPkNF6FxXXOJfw4jxeEsG5XrTGQFG9dlKXESq6Hm59E5w2q2b4qS2wZAGp0tReTN0FP8EUPSaLl0SO19H-lfvrpwsZlOwJP-67jqooJy5rgG_pBwwlV8EbEJULMPdfLrKbAxcdWR9J/s400/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599335995772856722" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">They covered a lot of ground.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwijfsZ-I4SwBeEDGhyphenhyphen-yN47vf2bW6xr1ySEMA3aHAeRpGV_imH0DjeWz-tsLhDtUfwg-i4oYCWsbYr6Dd9VfdbWa3ZZxRFE4trjSIYftDJCvPZwB3X1b_XeYGl_U-uuqx1H6Nbm48TcNK/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwijfsZ-I4SwBeEDGhyphenhyphen-yN47vf2bW6xr1ySEMA3aHAeRpGV_imH0DjeWz-tsLhDtUfwg-i4oYCWsbYr6Dd9VfdbWa3ZZxRFE4trjSIYftDJCvPZwB3X1b_XeYGl_U-uuqx1H6Nbm48TcNK/s400/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599335987783064370" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgEnoQMiSDvoQbAEPOAlQecaXSvKrmjY-wpMY9WWxxzTBQnoKpdk0DyoTNT2SfUS8knjkCHkhJujrnee7nf0NMVk2YFI63pmqhyyd4m1pE0gEDWkn6VpSt7uxs9w0u1OGbPoy3H1j6AG7_/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgEnoQMiSDvoQbAEPOAlQecaXSvKrmjY-wpMY9WWxxzTBQnoKpdk0DyoTNT2SfUS8knjkCHkhJujrnee7nf0NMVk2YFI63pmqhyyd4m1pE0gEDWkn6VpSt7uxs9w0u1OGbPoy3H1j6AG7_/s400/DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599335991491302786" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdDfgAjPEp6BMyVmhKDGZWQH6I7sdiTm5uxz2692pvOC4-hgO89rDDhuCnqqVs2F81Ht3UzxmckONGnx-K6zpGiiF2LhyjFOigf75UWp2ArUT3dAZ4EbJQyl1x6xTqtBjnREtj3RuaeGiH/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdDfgAjPEp6BMyVmhKDGZWQH6I7sdiTm5uxz2692pvOC4-hgO89rDDhuCnqqVs2F81Ht3UzxmckONGnx-K6zpGiiF2LhyjFOigf75UWp2ArUT3dAZ4EbJQyl1x6xTqtBjnREtj3RuaeGiH/s400/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599335985540724594" /></a><div>After we recovered from the sugar coma that this egg hunt induced we headed to Nanny C's for yet another family gathering. I'll continue tomorrow with those pictures, and then by Tuesday I'll have every basket, egg, and bunny carefully placed back up in the attic until next year. Whew, we've had some exhausting fun today and I can't wait for all the candy to "magically" disappear.</div><div><br /></div><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/3000085753_3db09a6d1d_o.png" />MaryBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616580074114782789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523822887759866232.post-80813859303862472072011-04-20T13:32:00.001-04:002011-04-20T13:35:04.223-04:00Wordless Wednesday: Us Girls<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcE4eziEf4JD0HZsHeGCL-73FnartDZhwz8TIAQSP2g2uCvHeOsbSsWhffGkDKPq14l8pMGQFI0kTKiA6dkbRNlw0DIihsb4Gi4tHEfXsMiSEOF8pHPqbhCCx_ZNgxbUKATwPs7tKMAFNl/s1600/DSC_0171.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcE4eziEf4JD0HZsHeGCL-73FnartDZhwz8TIAQSP2g2uCvHeOsbSsWhffGkDKPq14l8pMGQFI0kTKiA6dkbRNlw0DIihsb4Gi4tHEfXsMiSEOF8pHPqbhCCx_ZNgxbUKATwPs7tKMAFNl/s400/DSC_0171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597720427957501554" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-v1Q_9W8Q_KCCfzU_dh3RKPPl-goVWQ9emQiWyjsqmsfE9ABYwpfK11F613Dpz1kp9BcVLPiZFjfgcV2EM4PrGHvUXJm_J-asITri25Bvw_FnepkK7Ek4NCfHpVMhV4N_ACvf4De1N5E5/s1600/DSC_0192.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis7uXTPORv7PhAk95fSr-cEr19U_lKS6ZdCv6dcc1mBCdh5aiKQww9Dp3x5L7DsgZhoM6VEIoY_e7FdiuT1A7Okl0xMsS3fCKP4xfBgUyk2IB3j0iL0ZmSTzxx_1zEqT_Jm0aFWMWgJ4vZ/s400/DSC_0276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597099583957063522" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP__LiIHOHeeShZP4Iv9or1xsw6ovU4bSXUaVQ2VHwyuLFORqJAt8GRROjYq8Y7c846hVy7t5ty1k98kH1RahcV8yPF-VKJroAyF0_iXwjmrKQf2S0qxaZaBnnuBXW5MqIGjDZNyTcw_l0/s1600/DSC_0275.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP__LiIHOHeeShZP4Iv9or1xsw6ovU4bSXUaVQ2VHwyuLFORqJAt8GRROjYq8Y7c846hVy7t5ty1k98kH1RahcV8yPF-VKJroAyF0_iXwjmrKQf2S0qxaZaBnnuBXW5MqIGjDZNyTcw_l0/s400/DSC_0275.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597099580727803794" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBp5qj_F3faOOE-KKuDceMDWFC6c08WAh7m6Jg7ha4RKqGrEYRNkP8ysyLZxSTuHGNZH4S_F1hYu3HVTZOU5eadN2PiXrcDBa3hVNn1rtO2xZplLIK7Z5qsvgEDpvq3LtTwumceHSVNhad/s1600/DSC_0096.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBp5qj_F3faOOE-KKuDceMDWFC6c08WAh7m6Jg7ha4RKqGrEYRNkP8ysyLZxSTuHGNZH4S_F1hYu3HVTZOU5eadN2PiXrcDBa3hVNn1rtO2xZplLIK7Z5qsvgEDpvq3LtTwumceHSVNhad/s400/DSC_0096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597099577425901538" /></a>Every time I turned around yesterday Sarah was striking a new pose for the camera. She was hilarious, and she definitely had the most fun of all of us. <br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/3000085753_3db09a6d1d_o.png" />MaryBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616580074114782789noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523822887759866232.post-59829352222523116232011-04-17T21:13:00.004-04:002011-04-17T21:28:57.525-04:00Beautiful Palm Sunday Blessings<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_GRtuMr4hG29IymHXGA18gP4VNdDZ8qpISZ4V0RgC53x6_He7P8NxUiYnuA6KJMEGywJUNPuFmEOwUmpHUqsJHyKqpajxoixRp_M8RuBH32S9D4lmkNYbhjdwTSEt4j23f9XXG3Uw_JaO/s1600/DSC_0247.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_GRtuMr4hG29IymHXGA18gP4VNdDZ8qpISZ4V0RgC53x6_He7P8NxUiYnuA6KJMEGywJUNPuFmEOwUmpHUqsJHyKqpajxoixRp_M8RuBH32S9D4lmkNYbhjdwTSEt4j23f9XXG3Uw_JaO/s400/DSC_0247.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596727087387490178" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTguz1QX5zrHYZp83ZQKk1lk6CRX-5zlsawwKyo-bZK7TndNHyUCvgAWeYKsyKZilrw5V1DYFlTF0tVPE2F_HRJhbcG5wtlqgDfp_vloSAPC87sOn5Nxc4AmzNI-lq31Srka3-HzrmT5Eq/s1600/DSC_0239.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTguz1QX5zrHYZp83ZQKk1lk6CRX-5zlsawwKyo-bZK7TndNHyUCvgAWeYKsyKZilrw5V1DYFlTF0tVPE2F_HRJhbcG5wtlqgDfp_vloSAPC87sOn5Nxc4AmzNI-lq31Srka3-HzrmT5Eq/s400/DSC_0239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596727086976107794" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifuzxHI2JidGg9g32djv4-MnG2xuHkbI0CWJnlvD_JT4WHaxzrp-bkGBD1rkdDhkmxlh6qqnUK0HitbJUkVPp5q_iAO4kOm-V6Xod6mP_ufUn9UOZLYb_gbMsSrxwThDxIL1BQCXRn9Hqb/s1600/DSC_0139.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifuzxHI2JidGg9g32djv4-MnG2xuHkbI0CWJnlvD_JT4WHaxzrp-bkGBD1rkdDhkmxlh6qqnUK0HitbJUkVPp5q_iAO4kOm-V6Xod6mP_ufUn9UOZLYb_gbMsSrxwThDxIL1BQCXRn9Hqb/s400/DSC_0139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596727056905863378" /></a>What a beautiful, blessed day we've had!! After Sunday school, a wonderful Easter cantata by our church choir, BBQ lunch on the grounds, a butterfly release, and an egg hunt all at Mossy Creek UMC this morning, we headed to Nanny C's and ventured out into the pasture. I took lots of pictures at church, but most of the 350 pictures I took (and all of my favorites from the day) came from our yellow flower pasture photo shoot. Expect to see more of these over the next few days.<div><br /></div><div>Thank you God for all of our many blessings!!<br /><div><br /></div><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/3000085753_3db09a6d1d_o.png" /></div>MaryBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616580074114782789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523822887759866232.post-31542633847936564272011-04-14T21:17:00.004-04:002011-04-15T21:43:03.780-04:00Pretty Spring Afternoons<div>Most pretty afternoons I can count on at least one hour of time during which all four of the girls will play outside on the trampoline together- happily!! I have never been more thankful for a single piece of play equipment... ever! </div><div><br /></div><div>Yesterday I joined them after I had supper started to take a few photos of their silliness. They are simply adorable these days.... even if I do say so myself.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNBFOGHyBRAUV2dztPIkb8dSFqyWjm1Uq-tf8gRQnQeWa0TYwzkHitkIW_j8qwn2BmdDYitw08EgTswxMG116heJ0yjqOkbAbxccljW5d-P1dXdYbTtDl6MCPvlqqZltCJyY8hZbNd79Sx/s1600/P1050311.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNBFOGHyBRAUV2dztPIkb8dSFqyWjm1Uq-tf8gRQnQeWa0TYwzkHitkIW_j8qwn2BmdDYitw08EgTswxMG116heJ0yjqOkbAbxccljW5d-P1dXdYbTtDl6MCPvlqqZltCJyY8hZbNd79Sx/s400/P1050311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595613869797500194" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">all together in front of the old red milk barn</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh200LRObdEMj47BjL4rbwhqCxwKANUfnRa20CDT535PBkKJ9e-mAi7dF6OBJejlASj19hd0IM6VlHEgym4a2eLfCrq2l6oe4XG_yN3ImgLRqgT8tPyBEsM5TnvD6fJ5Xij99JLke-eWQnY/s1600/P1050309.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh200LRObdEMj47BjL4rbwhqCxwKANUfnRa20CDT535PBkKJ9e-mAi7dF6OBJejlASj19hd0IM6VlHEgym4a2eLfCrq2l6oe4XG_yN3ImgLRqgT8tPyBEsM5TnvD6fJ5Xij99JLke-eWQnY/s400/P1050309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595613866239755218" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjALUIa4bpcM5yLOEcEl0rPFTStgWPedMZ_IQzQi-KzyerCeRzLOvGLF3XolE4olc_-SP5GVk8angE9o1Tv3gTSkKhD7QRnnu2fofnjh4Gs8q_dhtTo58GGtxCJlkoQs7YZ59WqAcZhb5Ya/s1600/P1050327.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjALUIa4bpcM5yLOEcEl0rPFTStgWPedMZ_IQzQi-KzyerCeRzLOvGLF3XolE4olc_-SP5GVk8angE9o1Tv3gTSkKhD7QRnnu2fofnjh4Gs8q_dhtTo58GGtxCJlkoQs7YZ59WqAcZhb5Ya/s400/P1050327.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595613861592830322" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Ella... doing a few tricks for the camera</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl2nbVfzilyFpi7FKqZJ9W83eBsGGiPJ_RFmI6m7wdUc3UU7h9Gb4Vkm7SRsYK3pUpLZ-fqVcgOh5jkoMlev-vif593JHoN7QyPXPqMABqLIiVSmMMWxgtBe7-nAnEdxtytjkMQODcYG18/s1600/P1050321.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl2nbVfzilyFpi7FKqZJ9W83eBsGGiPJ_RFmI6m7wdUc3UU7h9Gb4Vkm7SRsYK3pUpLZ-fqVcgOh5jkoMlev-vif593JHoN7QyPXPqMABqLIiVSmMMWxgtBe7-nAnEdxtytjkMQODcYG18/s400/P1050321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595613857725728098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Maggie with a pretend sad face.... and Sarah curious</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0UZSpQgnEIX1d9foVhjqFqhW03anpBSUW-N0zJyGKLmaHyS35VafRDcSmp2TE1lI73IC3uwlkir566K6FW09zcDUHYoros_vP3C1Y9Lyh2G0CC-Zf3k751FQH4V8r3n1aGJ8tq3HHXTrA/s1600/P1050324.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0UZSpQgnEIX1d9foVhjqFqhW03anpBSUW-N0zJyGKLmaHyS35VafRDcSmp2TE1lI73IC3uwlkir566K6FW09zcDUHYoros_vP3C1Y9Lyh2G0CC-Zf3k751FQH4V8r3n1aGJ8tq3HHXTrA/s400/P1050324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595613858924132466" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Kate... too cool, and yes, we washed her stringy hair before bed</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/3000085753_3db09a6d1d_o.png" />MaryBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616580074114782789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523822887759866232.post-76410928630666481342011-04-14T21:12:00.003-04:002011-04-14T21:16:56.118-04:00Rock a bye baby<div>The girls have always been huge fans of nursery rhymes. They can sing or quote more of them than I can count. Can you guess which one they were singing as they hung all their babies in the tree this afternoon by their umbrellas? Silly girls!</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-oqKWcpmMfeP84dmDnPeOSSg-rQPrSlmX8tdofpN7mX89S1ObUoGK6Acj_mqhJTUE4gvDCle02ipsK5JcHWI2eYKhF2J12S6OdKOP0SJ9OOwY9FYJSKqDPrl7RPZiWdVfNKSxSt3uDUI-/s1600/P1050302.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-oqKWcpmMfeP84dmDnPeOSSg-rQPrSlmX8tdofpN7mX89S1ObUoGK6Acj_mqhJTUE4gvDCle02ipsK5JcHWI2eYKhF2J12S6OdKOP0SJ9OOwY9FYJSKqDPrl7RPZiWdVfNKSxSt3uDUI-/s400/P1050302.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595612463111913266" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/3000085753_3db09a6d1d_o.png" />MaryBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616580074114782789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523822887759866232.post-75661007836003563432011-04-07T21:30:00.000-04:002011-04-07T21:30:00.541-04:00Full Disclosure<div>The many, many notes I mentioned getting from Ella before, well, they officially aren't all <a href="http://foursillysisters.blogspot.com/2011/03/rewards.html">sweet</a> anymore. </div><div><br /></div><div>After a recent "try night" at our house, (what we call a night when the girls are being served a meal they may or may not like, but are expected to try 2 bites of everything on the plate regardless) I received this little note from my oldest. I only know for sure what it says because she used the words and said it to me moments earlier at the table. :EVAPORATE FROM THIS HOUSE : Yes, she told me she wished I would just evaporate from this house. She then used some rather curt words with sweet Maggie, so I sent her to her room to write sentences about using her words to love and not hate. </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf67bsF9wMLwegwqVO5veLy8Xd8Eju4xzCWR6aITSxloJ4ph2OCN37cpMb4EzD6g3GMlzZ_TGwuVEY5d-Wl24-PGLS63oKosQ4L4lCBrO6cKq-W2UIHlJGb0xrsY19wY2HYM7yMfsy3-xe/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf67bsF9wMLwegwqVO5veLy8Xd8Eju4xzCWR6aITSxloJ4ph2OCN37cpMb4EzD6g3GMlzZ_TGwuVEY5d-Wl24-PGLS63oKosQ4L4lCBrO6cKq-W2UIHlJGb0xrsY19wY2HYM7yMfsy3-xe/s400/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592647999700973650" /></a>She did eventually turn things around because she wrote "<i>I love you"</i> at the bottom of her sentences list and informed me in a second line <i>"I have gon to upologis to Maggie".</i><div><i><br /></i></div><div>I just didn't want the blogosphere to think it was sunshine and roses here all the time.<br /><div><br /></div><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/3000085753_3db09a6d1d_o.png" /></div>MaryBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616580074114782789noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523822887759866232.post-66771612464512150712011-04-06T21:15:00.007-04:002011-04-06T21:29:51.733-04:00Mostly Wordless Wednesday: Crazy Kids<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifIL8LiQSqXMjqfYv6shzy_2M7Ovcqp2PSDkS-zdxYQQabbI3kvoz6jPNez6H2_DwhIeWitP-kQCS8apNKL04r9UyWAjr4ktb_MUcYdaBFg79qv5yNrMSy_WYS153RndmfDGSEVtDIZWZc/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}">T</a>his morning my goal was to stay home and do some baking to get ahead for weekday breakfasts. The girls were playing nearby at the table with their Playdough cake factory for most of the time, but by the time I had 2 batches of waffles and some muffins filling the freezer they had migrated away from the kitchen. I heard lots of giggling coming from the bathroom, and upon investigation this was what I found. These girls are so crazy!</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWFFo3oO6WAq6fncJvgrcHFGMzPWEZ9j6XyWoVkJcLcLt-gh2lD0zwNbK-wPteKg-HSrBN2HSnLnEkTo4C_OEueH19Tlw1ed0IfiEYug5ZEVf5YNbDeHOdQRd27Sb-2VzH2GKuzpthyKZ_/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWFFo3oO6WAq6fncJvgrcHFGMzPWEZ9j6XyWoVkJcLcLt-gh2lD0zwNbK-wPteKg-HSrBN2HSnLnEkTo4C_OEueH19Tlw1ed0IfiEYug5ZEVf5YNbDeHOdQRd27Sb-2VzH2GKuzpthyKZ_/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592646156246534898" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqqYu1aPEV7rf5MfNrwEM7NCNS9KE2kplTcC-Ihhs32UV0BP2MzCWA27OxKZ6FINvUHQv5aIg7Tu6JUAfV0fVPsWfvQoJ_7xFfNFG7UGl64cWFAyBkD1QJQALAU79NDBBX6_GA1Fx7Cvw3/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqqYu1aPEV7rf5MfNrwEM7NCNS9KE2kplTcC-Ihhs32UV0BP2MzCWA27OxKZ6FINvUHQv5aIg7Tu6JUAfV0fVPsWfvQoJ_7xFfNFG7UGl64cWFAyBkD1QJQALAU79NDBBX6_GA1Fx7Cvw3/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592644309118983762" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifIL8LiQSqXMjqfYv6shzy_2M7Ovcqp2PSDkS-zdxYQQabbI3kvoz6jPNez6H2_DwhIeWitP-kQCS8apNKL04r9UyWAjr4ktb_MUcYdaBFg79qv5yNrMSy_WYS153RndmfDGSEVtDIZWZc/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/3000085753_3db09a6d1d_o.png" />MaryBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616580074114782789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523822887759866232.post-82124687700331955502011-04-04T13:32:00.007-04:002011-04-04T13:49:21.816-04:00Kids Say Funny ThingsOne day in recent history Maggie passed gas, looked up startled, and said, "<em>Well that's a fill-miliar sound around here."</em> <em></em><br /><br /><em></em>Kate came screeching into the kitchen and said, "<em>Mom, can I please use your potty... ours is occupated."</em> <em></em><br /><br /><em></em>After being sick and unable to eat for 3 days Ella finished off an entire plate full of French toast and said, "<em>That was a stupendous breakfast mom. Thanks!"</em> <em></em><br /><br /><em></em><em></em>Now that the sun dresses are hanging in one of the closets Sarah never has trouble deciding on what SHE wants to wear. We are regularly butting heads about what is weather appropriate and not. On a particularly cool morning when she picked out a sleeveless dress and I was working to redirect her to something more weather fitting she said, "<em>Mom, are you TRYING to make me look like a dork??"</em> <br /><br />I overheard the funniest conversation while dropping Ella off at school this morning. The kids at her table were all chatting and writing about what they did over spring break. A cute little girl who sits across from Ella said, "We were going to see a movie Friday, but then we found out it had language in it." The little guy next to Ella inquired, "What kind of language... like Spanish or something?" The puzzled little girl simply responded with a shrug. It was very funny real time, but I'm not sure it translates well in the retelling.<br /><br /> Little people just crack me up!! <img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/3000085753_3db09a6d1d_o.png" />MaryBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616580074114782789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523822887759866232.post-77778144934863012282011-03-28T21:33:00.003-04:002011-03-28T21:52:33.566-04:00Rewards<div>I've been striving recently to be a more intentional "yes" mom... yes to Popsicles, yes to playing games when I should be cleaning, yes to the snow cone machine, yes to water colors painting, yes to cinnamon rolls for breakfast every now and then, yes to reading aloud to the girls any time they ask.... the list goes on. </div><div><br /></div><div>My efforts have not been without rewards. In addition to tons of extra smiles, giggles, and thanks, I keep finding these little love notes and certificates posted all over our house telling me I'm a "<i>spectacular parent"and "doin' a good job". </i>Ella even wrote a poem for me: "<i>Pritte grle, pritte grle, I like you cus your famulee and you are silee." </i>Translation: Pretty girl, pretty girl, I like you because you are family and you are silly.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaq79-8CEjwn4PfaJ7iCNQkba2vBE5XdcCSfPcG4FHq4ZNqF7rHS3HwLLsePErThURJ8fJqrabCYA_xsfv43oye7nL0k9yaLmimd4L9ZPGj5Z2fJCnB8bWApPbNKydnhZy_0jhn86jDU4J/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaq79-8CEjwn4PfaJ7iCNQkba2vBE5XdcCSfPcG4FHq4ZNqF7rHS3HwLLsePErThURJ8fJqrabCYA_xsfv43oye7nL0k9yaLmimd4L9ZPGj5Z2fJCnB8bWApPbNKydnhZy_0jhn86jDU4J/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589309152701876770" /></a><br /><div>I never imagined one 6 year old and three 4 year olds could be so much fun!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/3000085753_3db09a6d1d_o.png" />MaryBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616580074114782789noreply@blogger.com2